Yours Truly

4: letters and bullys

Aaron's POV

I couldn't wait any longer, I had to read this letter, but I was scared of what the words inside might hold. I force myself to slowly tear open the flap of the letter and slide out the folded piece of paper. It was crinkled slightly and as I unfolded it I notice right away a coffee stain on the corner of the paper. "Oh Spencer and her coffee," I laugh. I reposition myself on my bed and my eyes scan over the paper as if eating up all of her beautiful handwriting, it was always perfect. I take a deep breath and begin to read the words under my breath...

"My dearest Aaron,
When I received your letter I didn't exactly know what to do. It took me about 2 weeks to bring myself to actually write back to you, I just didn't know how. I've forgotten how to do the simplest things when it comes to you. I still haven't adjusted to not being able to look out my window and see your face. I miss you more than words can describe and receiving that letter really helped me. Since we were only 13 when I left, I didn't quite know what we had going on, we were best friends but I wasn't sure if there was anything more. I don't know about you, but God, to me you were more than just a friend. I tell myself to just get over you and move on, I've tried Aaron, and I just can't; I can't get you out of my head. I really hope to hear from you soon my love.
Yours truly, Spencer xx"

I look up from the letter and sit there for a few minutes taking it all in. Any previous plans of me 'getting over' Spencer have just been tossed out my window and stomped on a few times. I feel myself start to blush and I quickly get up and grab an old shoebox that's been kept under my bed. I place the shoebox on my bed and open it up slowly. Inside the shoebox a dried out rose, an old necklace I bought for Spencer and a homemade card sits there untouched and lifeless. I still remember that day, years ago when we were on the swings and I told her that I needed to show her something; that was also the day her mom told her she was moving, and we both completely forgot about this 'surprise' I had for her.

I head over to my empty desk (free from schoolwork) and pull out a blank piece of lined paper and begin to write.

Spencer's POV

Summer was always my favorite, when I could just relax and do absolutely nothing, other than binge watch Netflix of course. I also loved the beach. The beaches back in NJ don't even compare to those here in Cali so let's just say, I practically live on the beach. Every morning I grab my bike and ride 3 blocks down and park my towel on 15th Ave. The white sandy beaches and gentle waves always clear my mind of any thoughts.

I would also ride down to the beach almost every day after school last year because it was a very rough year, one that should rarely be mentioned. I had to make new friends and get to know all new kids; let me just say that the California surfer dudes may be cute, but they are complete asses, to say the least. I didn't really make a ton of new friends that are still talking to me this summer either. By sophomore year, everyone pretty much already has their cliques and don't have any interest in making a new friend.

As I hop on my bike after packing my beach bag full of goodies I yell goodbye to my mom as she heads off to work. I start riding along the sidewalk and across the streets with the gentle warm breeze flowing through my hair.

I begin to near the boardwalk and get off to lock up my bike. I stand there for a moment and look around. "Aha, there you are," I walk towards the closest coffee shop on the boardwalk and of course, get my French vanilla coffee to start my day. I seriously have a problem.

I begin to walk onto the beach as my phone rings, startling me. I fish through my disastrous bag and finally grab my phone, answering it. "Hey mom what's up?"